Born To Fight Poem by Martin Moore

BORN TO FIGHT

Optimistic light upon the shore guides ships in from the sea
Penetrating sun through every pore brings no reason to the powers that be
Huddled in a house of stainless steel planning out a final strategy
There is no doubt or hurt that they will feel
As innocent victims pledge a heartfelt plea
Action is called for when striving for peace, rock against Reagan and war
Despite demonstrations, the arms race won't cease
Destroying the world even more
Violence won't solve these problems we have
Nor uncover our well hidden fear
With love and devotion at least we can save the beautiful sounds that we hear
Taken for granted this place where we live
Out of sight but not out of touch
Food not bombs is what we must give, the starving need as much
Financial destruction will lead to a waste in a country where people must die
To allow the construction of that which we face, the rules to which we comply
A lunatic's army answers the call
Their morals and judgements for sale
Soldiers of fortune will not stand so tall
As with their hero they fail
To bring the nations to their knees, attaining a worldwide defeat
Across the globe to ice bound seas and Russia's wounds we greet
Easily opened for battle again, a burden on its shoulders
The bitter hatred breaks the chain encapturing its soldiers
Nuclear disarmament finds little ground to hold
The wishes of society, whose beliefs are now resold
As anger requires a forgotten grudge reborn to the fore
As bystanders we have to judge the fate that lies in store
Associations try to heal the misery and tears
With nursery rhyme names they may gain fame
Remembered through the years
Memory will not survive a new atomic shock
The anti-nuclear tug of war helps to make a mock
Of all that we believe in, a life to live in peace
A justice for the people whose hopes it will increase
Until that great orange mushroom cloud engulfs the world we know
And sets its children free again to live and fight once more.